Post by The Jenn on May 19, 2009 0:55:17 GMT -5
Lior stayed as still as he could, almost holding his breath as he watched the effect his words had on her, the flinch as she hunkered close to the ground and didn't move. Her smile was eerie and it made his toes curl, not with disturbance but with guilt. He knew this hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her, no. He just wanted her to leave and stop pulling him from the safety of his cocoon.
"I do mean it, though," he said in a quiet voice that trembled just a little. He'd never been able to sound strong when he needed to, some inner weakness always showing through. "I'll remember you, but... Rhi, I can't stay with you. You can't stay with me. I don't want to be me. It's better this way." Better for him, certainly, even as it broke her into pieces. He reached absently for an inner pocket of his cloak, pausing when his hand met nothing but air and fur. Yes, it wasn't there just then... he'd forgotten. It was always there. He preferred it that way.
"A part of you will always be with me," he said, an attempted platitude serving as his meager defense against the broken tremor of her voice and her muzzle on his feet. One hand reached out and hesitantly caught hold of her wing, the one missing the joint. "This. I will always have this. The rest... it's yours, Rhi. Do what you want. Be with your Queen. Your children. Your weapon. Be yourself. You have all of them. You just... can't have me anymore."
Slowly he withdrew his hand and moved away, took a step back from her. He didn't even notice the smell of the food anymore, despite his body's hunger. With one last long, searching look, he turned around and walked unsteadily in the direction his cloak had gone. When it came back, he knew it would have found new souls to harvest. He had a job to do...
"I do mean it, though," he said in a quiet voice that trembled just a little. He'd never been able to sound strong when he needed to, some inner weakness always showing through. "I'll remember you, but... Rhi, I can't stay with you. You can't stay with me. I don't want to be me. It's better this way." Better for him, certainly, even as it broke her into pieces. He reached absently for an inner pocket of his cloak, pausing when his hand met nothing but air and fur. Yes, it wasn't there just then... he'd forgotten. It was always there. He preferred it that way.
"A part of you will always be with me," he said, an attempted platitude serving as his meager defense against the broken tremor of her voice and her muzzle on his feet. One hand reached out and hesitantly caught hold of her wing, the one missing the joint. "This. I will always have this. The rest... it's yours, Rhi. Do what you want. Be with your Queen. Your children. Your weapon. Be yourself. You have all of them. You just... can't have me anymore."
Slowly he withdrew his hand and moved away, took a step back from her. He didn't even notice the smell of the food anymore, despite his body's hunger. With one last long, searching look, he turned around and walked unsteadily in the direction his cloak had gone. When it came back, he knew it would have found new souls to harvest. He had a job to do...